Why?

When was the last time you thought of me?

Or have you completely erased me from your memories?

Cause I often think about where I happen to roam.

You more I do, the less I know.

But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness

And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head.

But don't you remember, don't you remember?

Why don't you remember, don't you remember?

When will I see you again?

(Adele)